a lion still has claws | davina/thora
"Here we are."
Marcel tapped twice at the door before them, falling short of a smile but she saw the sincerity and slight mingling of fear in his eyes. He then pushed the door open and called out his ward's name. Turning to Thora, the vampire gave her shoulder a light squeeze. "There'll always be a place for you and your little one here if you want it. Now? I gotta get back to my guys. Party time." The grin he spared her evoked a laugh from Thora's own lips and she nudged his side with her elbow, watched as he walked away, humming away to himself.
Thora's attention diverted onto the door and she stepped towards it but stopped before entering; a few metres away from her stood a young girl. "You must be Davina, yes?"
The girl couldn't be any older than sixteen, seventeen at most; but Thora could feel the power seep from her in bounds. The magic pulsated out and hit Thora full square in the face; she was left naturally breathless and had to look away from the young girl to maintain some small incline of composure. Perhaps one day her powers would be that strong once more - but god knew that day was far off, given the thousand plus years she'd gone without them.
A hand falling from her ballooning stomach, the eldest Mikaelson sister peered inside the room, curious but not willing to overstep her mark - unlike her siblings, she had manners, not to mention patience. Irregardless of her human state and technical freedom to enter any place she so wished, she stayed happily at the door.
"Do you mind if I come inside? Only, I'm a little in need of help in removing an enemy of mine. I believe you might know him, actually. Klaus Mikaelson."